Chapter 12

A Mori was not greatly affected by the challenge he had issued to Brother Liang Qiu. Instead of feeling pressured, he felt an overwhelming surge of energy.

"Brother Liang Qiu, I will forge my own martial path!"

"I will defeat you!"

A Mori ran wildly, heading back to Sachima Academy. Tang Tian had been expelled and didn't need to go through any formalities, but A Mori had to return to the school to process his transfer.

With high spirits, A Mori rushed to Sachima Academy.

"Basic Tang! Basic Tang!"

A Mori's thunderous voice startled the birds in the forest, causing them to fly away. At this moment, Basic Tang must be diligently practicing; he was a god-like man! A Mori had never seen anyone as hardworking, as resilient, and as persistent as Basic Tang!

At this moment, Basic Tang must be diligently practicing!

I can't fall behind!

A Mori clenched his fists, his heart filled with determination. Like a gale, he swept past the tree with the school badge and charged into the so-called school training ground. On such a sunny morning, what could be more exhilarating than a real battle?

But when he rushed into the training ground, he was stunned.

The training ground was empty, with only a couple of birds.

In the sunlight, Tang Tian lay on a rock by the stream, snoring loudly and without a care in the world. He was sleeping so soundly that a thin, shiny line of drool dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the rock.

Snore... Snore...

His rhythmic snoring echoed continuously.

A Mori was instantly petrified, but in the next moment, his anger flared up. In one swift move, he grabbed Tang Tian by the collar and lifted him up with one hand.

"Basic Tang, you've disappointed me! In such a beautiful time, you're actually sleeping! How can you sleep...?"

A Mori roared like thunder, his spittle raining down on Tang Tian's face.

Tang Tian opened his sleepy eyes, recognized the blurry figure in his vision, and his eyelids drooped as he mumbled, "Let me... sleep a bit more..."

He was exhausted!

Ten days of non-stop cultivation, even behind the Light Gate where he didn't need to eat and could recover quickly, the monotonous and tedious practice had even made Tang Tian, a man of iron, want to vomit.

He couldn't remember how he had come out.

It seemed he had slept for a long time, and suddenly felt thirsty. In a daze, he moved to the stream and drank a few sips of water. Feeling warm and cozy, he simply lay down on the rock and continued to sleep.

So comfortable, so satisfied...

I'll keep sleeping... I'll sleep until the end of the world...

Tang Tian, who was sleeping soundly, smacked his lips and smiled foolishly.

A Mori was furious: "Basic Tang, how can you waste your time? How can you waste your time on the shameful act of sleeping? Basic Tang, you are the man who will create a new martial path!"

A Mori roared while shaking Tang Tian violently in his hand.

Tang Tian, in A Mori's hand, was like a dead fish, hanging limply, his snoring never stopping.

So comfortable...

Tang Tian vaguely saw a large, kind-faced man shaking his hammock...

What a good person...

Tang Tian's snoring grew even louder, his foolish smile filled with satisfaction.

A Mori soon realized that Tang Tian was like a noodle in his hand, and no matter how he shook him, Tang Tian showed no signs of waking up. A Mori's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He looked around and, when his gaze fell on the nearby stream, his eyes lit up. He roared to the sky, "Basic Tang, awaken!"

With that, he lifted Tang Tian high and threw him into the stream.

Although the sun had been up for some time, the stream water was still cold and bone-chilling. The sudden cold shock jolted Tang Tian awake from his deep sleep.

What's happening? What's happening?

In the stream, Tang Tian struggled instinctively, his face full of confusion. He still hadn't figured out what was going on.

At that moment, A Mori, standing on a rock not far from the stream, flexed his right arm and roared with excitement, "Basic Tang! To waste such a beautiful time sleeping is unforgivable! Come on, let's have a serious fight! In the name of a martial artist..."

Tang Tian, still confused, finally came to his senses. His brows furrowed, his face darkened like storm clouds gathering, and his lips twitched, revealing uncontrollable rage. He gritted his teeth, each word squeezed out through his clenched teeth.

"Fly-cow, you're asking for it!"

Tang Tian, who had been sleeping soundly, was now filled with a burning anger. However, perhaps due to the cold shock from the stream, his mind was now clear and focused.

Tang Tian climbed out of the stream, his body drenched, cold water dripping from his pants, leaving a trail of water marks with each step. He approached A Mori with a blank expression.

When he was about half a丈 (about 1.6 meters) away from A Mori, he stopped.

Ten days of intense cultivation had made him instinctively assume the starting stance of the Flash Punch.

Not the Basic Fist!

A Mori's heart skipped a beat, his eyes narrowing, a mix of surprise and excitement flickering in them. He felt an inexplicable excitement, even making him tremble slightly.

Basic Tang, are you finally starting...

A Mori had no intention of underestimating Tang Tian. He knew that Tang Tian, this freak, could not be measured by common standards.

At that moment, A Mori's gaze met Tang Tian's, and he was taken aback. The cold, chilling gaze made A Mori feel as if he were being stared at by a terrifying wild beast.

Such a dangerous aura...

A Mori's eyes narrowed, his heart filled with a sense of caution.

He had only seen this dangerous aura in one person: his idol, Liang Qiu, whom he had sworn to defeat!

A Mori had never underestimated Tang Tian's potential. A man who could persist in basic martial techniques for five years was, in his mind, a true strong person. This was the main reason why he was willing to follow Tang Tian to Sachima Academy.

However, this did not mean that Tang Tian could be compared to Brother Liang Qiu.

Brother Liang Qiu, the undisputed top expert of the entire Beast Academy, could even rank in the top three in the Starwind City, which was filled with academies. In A Mori's heart, Brother Liang Qiu had always been the goal he hoped to surpass.

If Tang Tian reached Brother Liang Qiu's level in a year or two, A Mori wouldn't be surprised.

But... damn it, it's only been one night!

Tang Tian was emitting an aura similar to Brother Liang Qiu...

A Mori's heart couldn't help but flutter.

As if sensing A Mori's subtle emotional fluctuation, Tang Tian's gaze suddenly became sharp.

With a swift step, he swung his right fist.

The moment Tang Tian moved, A Mori snapped back to his senses and punched back without hesitation. Although he specialized in sword techniques, A Mori's fist techniques were also formidable. After sparring with Tang Tian using the Basic Fist many times, his fist techniques had improved significantly. Combined with his innate strength, the second-stage [Barbarian Horn Fist] in his hands was incredibly powerful.

The [Barbarian Horn Fist] had simple but powerful moves, suitable for direct confrontations.

A Mori charged like a bull, his fist like a horn, slamming heavily into Tang Tian's punch.

Tang Tian's mind was completely blank. The cold water had startled him awake, but he was still overwhelmed by anger. At this moment, he was driven purely by the instincts formed from ten days of intense cultivation.

A Mori's eyes were fixed on Tang Tian, filled with anticipation.

Tang Tian's fist speed was extremely fast!

Suddenly, A Mori's pupils constricted.

Tang Tian's fist vanished from the air without warning, and almost in the next moment, it appeared just a foot away from A Mori's face.

Flash Punch!

A Mori's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly tilted his head to narrowly avoid Tang Tian's Flash Punch.

At the same time, A Mori sensed trouble. Having fought Tang Tian many times, he was well aware of Tang Tian's style. One must be fully alert when fighting Tang Tian and never be careless. The slightest mistake could lead to a passive position, followed by a storm of attacks.

Sure enough, Tang Tian's feet moved like an arrow, and his right fist, which had been ready, struck A Mori again.

A Mori quickly raised his arm to block Tang Tian's punch.

Tang Tian's fist vanished from the air again.

Huh? A Mori was taken aback, momentarily stunned. A strong sense of danger enveloped him again, and he snapped back to his senses, grunting and stomping his right foot hard on the ground.

Ripples spread out from the ground like water waves.

[Earthquake Wave], one of the most commonly used techniques in earth-based martial arts. By channeling earth-based true energy into the ground, it causes a small ground tremor.

The earth is the best medium for earth-based true energy. As long as the opponent is within the range of the tremor, their movements will be greatly affected.

At the same time, a blurry fist shadow suddenly emerged from the air in front of him, accompanied by a fierce wind, roaring toward him!

So fast!

A Mori's pupils constricted, and he quickly flipped his elbow, turning his fist into a palm to strike Tang Tian's fist.

His fist, retracted to his waist, was waiting for a counterattack. If Tang Tian was affected by the Earthquake Wave, he would experience a brief moment of imbalance. This imbalance was minimal, but A Mori was very skilled at this technique and could quickly seize the opportunity. However, Tang Tian's reaction was too abnormal, and the opportunity would disappear even faster. A Mori had to be fully alert, waiting for the chance to deliver a fatal blow.

However, Tang Tian's attack completely caught A Mori off guard. It seemed he was unaware of the Earthquake Wave about to sweep over him, and he continued to attack relentlessly.

One punch after another, each faster than the last.

Fist shadows flashed.

A Mori's vision was filled with fist shadows, flashing like a storm from all directions.

This freak!

A Mori didn't expect Tang Tian to be so irrational, attacking without any strategy. Tang Tian's Basic Fist speed was already impressive, and now with the Flash Punch, it was even faster and unpredictable. A Mori felt overwhelmed for a moment.

However, his martial skills were solid. He abandoned the aggressive [Barbarian Horn Fist] and switched to a defensive technique, the [Twelve Scattered Hands of the Central Gate], tightly guarding the central gate.

A Mori crouched slightly, his large hands creating a flurry of palm shadows, like an eight-legged spider, firmly guarding the central gate.

Fists and palms clashed, energy surging.

Huh? No, something's wrong! A Mori's eyes widened suddenly.